The Mistress Runs Away Novels & Stories

“Hey, I know you don't want anything to do with me right now baby but for the sake of old times just give me a chance.” “A chance to do what Monalisa??? I am in no mood for your bullshit…I won't say it again, fuck off!!!’ Arsenio yelled. “But baby…” “If he wants you to fuck off, then fuck off!!” I said as I barged into the room. “Who is this bitch….ohhh, I remember you…the mistress or is it, maid???” Monalisa said. “Yes, I am the mistress and who are you??? Or is it, ex wife???” I responded as I smirked.

I held and squeezed Ruth’s hand, who still sat frozen on the sofa. "Sarah, wait!" Derrick called out. "Where are you going?" Kendall whined as Derrick pulled away from her and ran after me. Sonia looked bewildered as Derrick chased me. "Sarah, wait!” Finally, Derrick caught up to me. "What now?" I asked, annoyed. "We’re getting back together, right? Don’t worry about Kendall. She’ll accept being the mistress because you’ll always be my wife," Derrick said shamelessly. "Hey, Derrick, sleeping with a hooker has messed up your brain, huh? Speak with some sense. Now move. I’m leaving."

“I’ve already said it, nothing is going on between us. “I don’t want to be here if it means the two of you are going to get divorced. “If you hadn’t sent my mother after me, causing her to make a scene at my place every day, Joseph wouldn’t have felt sorry that I couldn’t rest properly and brought me here.” It was true—I had encouraged Marcy. After all, a mother beating a daughter who became a mistress fit social morals rather well. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and smiled. “Monica, being a mistress isn’t as simple as you think. “From the very first day you climbed into his bed, you should’ve known this was the consequence. “And all this? This is only the beginning.” Monica flushed

She couldn't stop thinking about Grace's words regarding suspecting Jack having a lover. The fact that Grace had called her a tramp and other kinds of names was getting to her. She closed her eyes and allowed the droplets of water pour on her face as she now got her hands to roam down on her wet hair which now stuck to her back. It didn't matter if she wanted Adam and loved him more than anything, it was still a fact that she was his mistress, his secret lover whom he was hiding from the world.

Blood dripped from my hand onto the beige carpet, stark against the pale fabric. "She hit her! The mistress hit the rightful partner!" The two sales associates reacted immediately and rushed over to shield Scarlett. "How could you hit her?!" "Call the police! Call the police right now!" Even the crowd of onlookers became agitated. "So arrogant. A mistress actually dares to hit the fiancée?" "The world really has changed. The shameless ones are always the boldest." "Film her. Expose her!" Countless phones pointed toward me, camera flashes stabbing at my eyes.

“don’t worry about it Sarah and I want you to stay, it’s not easy to find a nanny who takes care of the family like you do, besides I need you to take baby John to the hospital tomorrow, “ she said with sarcasm but at the same time like she really meant it. “You don’t have to accommodate me, I will leave” “No, don’t. We don’t want to raise suspicions to the public, we know just how much they love juicy stories, and besides its good for the wife to know her husband’s mistress, you know to be sure they are safe from any wild sickness, we are healthy Sarah aren’t we?” “Yes, ma’am” “And faithful to our husband?” “Yes, ma’am” “Good, I have something to ask of you and this is not a request,” Prisc

Last visited: Page 25 of Claiming His Bride Page 26 of Claiming His Bride Font Size: There’s no need to explain things. I did what I had to do. Downstairs, the mistress is in the kitchen wearing a robe and making coffee. “Do you have somewhere to go?” I ask. “Clean-up team will be here shortly.” She taps her spoon against the side of her mug. “Do I have to leave?” I consider her request for a moment. It’s not as if the crew will do anything worse than I’ve already done. They’re just here to erase the evidence. “No.”

She prayed that her mistress would just leave her husband to take whatever he wanted and go away. Her master had been in a foul mood all day long. He had been drinking from a large bottle of spirits since he came back from work in the afternoon. She had seen him enter her mistress' room when the latter had been in her bathroom, but she did not know what he had taken then, until now, when it had been established in their noisy quarrel that the master had taken some foreign currency from the mistress' room. "Aaaaah!" The voice of her mistress in a sharp cry of pain amid the deafening sound of heavy crashing reached Abigail and the nurse where they hid and Abigail threw every caution to the win

I already planned out how my date with the king would have been" she stated in frustration " The king his the only one who can answer your question " the mistress answered Madison grumbled but didn't speak out " with that being answered I won't entertain any questions again" she said" now ladies follow me" she said and walk away not waiting to see if she was being followed. ***************************

It’s almost time for a counterattack. Clicking her tongue, the mistress dived as far as she could from Dark. Before he could pursue her, she flicked her thumb, and they tumbled down into the staircase of Dark’s former castle. She groaned as she landed headfirst on the matted floor, feeling that her nose was rather squashed. Fumbling on her feet, she caught a glimpse of the Statue of Liberty before she flicked her thumb yet again. Now, she was standing on the golden tiles of Dark’s throne. Down the three-step staircase was Dark who was forcing himself to stand.